BROMOCORAS

Snake Snake

"Have you got a definite decision from Ajimukti, Nduk?"

That morning Habiba was faced with the question of Kyai Aminudin who arrived.

"I mean Abah? What decision?" Habiba asked curiously and did not understand the direction of his Abah, Kyai Aminudin, to him.

Kyai Aminudin seemed to sigh, his heavy sigh as soon as it sounded.

"You're a wadon, Nduk. If anyone comes to you like that. Are you still asking again what kind of decision Abah meant?" Kyai Aminudin said afterwards.

Habiba only then looked in his ashes. Seen a sincerity from the eyes of the middle-aged man. To be honest, even up to this second, he never thought that his Abah, Kyai Aminudin, would bless his relationship with Ajimukti.

"Kang Aji sampun paring wekdal, Bah. Maybe in the near future he will visit here with Bu Nyai Kartika." Answer Habiba later.

Kyai Aminudin sighed again, "It's good that it is. I hope you are wiser and more determined. Remember, Nduk! Love can make a person blind, forget even crazy. I hope you understand what Abah means to talk like this." Kyai Aminudin later said.

Habiba nodded lightly, "Yes, Bah. Habiba understands."

"Hmmm..." Kyai Aminudin then just nodded his head repeatedly.

"Sir, later if you are married, you are not the responsibility of Abah with your Umi anymore. You are no longer ours. You are fully the responsibility of your husband in the future, your rights belong entirely to your husband. Your magic board, miturut karidhanane bojomu, Nduk." Kyai Aminudin said with a heavy voice.

"Yes, Abah. Habiba will only get married, not to leave Abah with Umi to go far." Habiba Sahut.

Kyai Aminudin smiled, "For parents who have a daughter, Nduk. When it comes to marrying her child, it is the same as losing her son, Nduk. From the time of Umimu's womb, until the birth of the ceprot, from infancy to adulthood, all that Abah and Ummu give to you, will be replaced in a matter of minutes when the ijab qobul later, Nduk."

Hearing that at once Habiba felt a sadness emanating on Kyai Aminudin's face. For the first time since he was an adult, he saw sincerity on his brother's face.

"If you are married, wong wadon iku is like a rice field, Nduk. And the husband is the farmer. So want to be cultivated like anything, that's manut the farmer. Paddy could not choose to be worked with hoes, rakes or tractors. Want to be treated with fertilizer, or just with water only, or left abandoned. Sawah doesn't have that authority, Nduk."

Habiba just nodded his head at the sight of his brother.

"The task is not limited to stopping at ngladeni. There are many duties that the wife must carry in the household heresy. But all of it exists in a single unit that is essentially obedient. Obey whatever dawuhe your husband will be. Ojo dadi wong wadon sing disputing, for what reason, Nduk? That's how dare you be to your husband, who doesn't respect him as your imam."

"After marriage, you must be the wife of your husband. Mlumah, creep, slant, screech, ngadek. It has to be up and down." Kyai Aminudin.

Hearing that Habiba blushed. "Ah, Abah that's the way he talks to that tho, Bah?" Babiba said ashamed.

Kyai Aminudin smiled, she knew her daughter would catch onto that one thing.

"The house means your palm, Nduk. No matter how much of a living your husband gives you, you should be able to narimo kanthi legowo. Mincep, that means cover up, Nduk. Good bad your husband let alone the disgrace of the family, you should be able to cover it, because most, women if it is huddled sometimes like to forget, even without shame to talk about her own husband. Avoid that, Nduk. Tilting it like the position of the hand when going to shaman. Mean what? You should be able to njembarke manah to apologize. Whether you are wrong or right, do not hesitate to apologize first, because the slightest problem can be poison in the household. Njengking, that's rukuk, Nduk. It means subjugating the body, subduing the body is a symbol of respect. You should always respect your husband. Whatever your husband wants, you have a duty to respect him. Do you know how to be punished by mandatory?" Kyai Aminudin asked Habiba at the end of his speech.

Habiba just nodded his head slowly.

Kyai Aminudin then sighed to go back on with her words.

"Ngadek means stand up, do nguati, nyagak'i amrih jegeg dedegke bojomu, Nduk. How it is, yes with you support every good thing he does, pray for him, give encouragement. Because as you know, behind a strong man, behind him is a great woman. You should also be able to go above and below. It means how, yes you should be able to master certain things more than your husband, but you should also be able to accept when your husband is more master of certain things more than you master them. If it can be so then as a husband and wife, it can be a unity. One such unit is called garwo, sigaraning nyowo. When one is weak, the other strengthens. When one is lacking, the other complements. When one is bad, the other covers." Kyai Aminudin said afterwards.

"Yes, Bah. Thanks for this message Abah. Insha Allah Habiba will always remember Abah's advice." Habiba said, curling his lips.

"Wong wadon is an easy angel, Nduk. Must understand molimaning bebrayan. Macak, Manak, Malak, Cook, Matak." Imbuh Kyai Aminudin.

Habiba again frowned.

"Tracky, Manak, Malak, Cook, Matak? That's what, Bah?" Ask Habiba later.

"That's handsome dressing. You must be able to beautify yourself in front of your husband. And it should only be for your husband, you dress up. Not just the condition, but at home it's a bit chaotic. Patings klenyit, uwel uwelan hair, negligee gombroh gombroh. Manak, it's giving birth. What is meant here is not to give birth only dhohiriyah, Nduk. But give birth to peace within the household itself. Giving birth to a good generation. For as you know, Al Umm Madrasatul-uula. The mother was the first school for her son. So the initial education that will shape the character of the child in the future. Malak, it's for a living. Yes ewes born yes inner wawah. That's your right, Nduk. But you also have to be grateful not to make your husband burdened with the weight of your request. Cook, it's cooking, cooking. Make your home a palace for you and your family. You have to be creative in making the menu so that your husband feels at home and does not like snacks outside. The eyes, it keeps the character, the character of self and behavior. As a wife you can't be like when you were single, Nduk. There are limits you should know." Kyai Aminudin continued to advise Habiba.

Other place at the same time.

"What Njengan sure, Gus. Emmm, I mean to convey directly to Ajeng at this time?" Ask Sobri to Ajimukti when the two of them were having a conversation on the terrace.

Sobri just nodded his head.

"Alright then, Gus. Do I need to be with you?" Tawar Sobri.

"It's not necessary, Kang. It's not what. It's just that I want to really convey this personally because what kind of response Dik Ajeng in the end, I can't predict." Sahut Ajimukti sighed a little afterwards.

"Oiya one more, Kang. Actually I'd like to ask the same sampeyan." Say Ajimukti later.

"What is that, Gus? If I can I definitely work on it." Sahut Sobri fast.

"It's not important, Kang. Tomorrow happens to be Gus Ali rawuh, so I have no teaching schedule other than sorogan ba'da dawn. Tomorrow, help me move the stuff in the back room, Kang. The plan is that the room will be made Nafisa room when here later. Because after I thought, if Nafisa was here in Ning Biba's former room, while in that room there were still a lot of Ning Biba's personal items, she said, I think it's not good enough for Ning Biba to go forward." Say Ajimukti later.

Sobri nodded, "Well, Gus. But why don't you ask Kang Kang a handyman to remodel it, Gus? Or santri santri. Cook yes by intervening yourself?" Sobri responds to Ajimukti.

"It's okay, Kang." Sahut Ajimukti is short while slightly reviewing the smile.

Sobri no longer commented afterwards. For a moment both equally silent and equally enjoying their cigarettes on the terrace ndalem.

Shortly after, a santri was seen walking hastily towards ndalem. From where he sat, Ajimukti observed the santri who seemed to be heading to his place. He immediately woke up from his seat followed by Sobri who also stood and turned to the direction of the santri's arrival.

"What's up, Kang?" Ask Ajimukti after answering the greetings.

"Anu, Gus. In front of someone looking for a njenengan." Said the Santri with a slightly stingy breath.

Ajimukti frowned, then turned his head towards Sobri. The same Sobri cannot only raise his shoulders.

"Who is it, Kang?" Ajimukti.

"Either, Gus. We'd better meet first." Sobri.

Ajimukti just nodded then walked out followed by Sobri as well as the santri.

Upon arriving at the courtyard of the pesantren mosque, Ajimukti immediately caught the figure of a middle-aged man looking for him who had already met him.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas Aji." Say the greeting of the man while extending his hand towards Ajimukti. Ajimukti immediately grabbed the hand of the man who asked him to shake his hand while answering his greetings.

"Sir Samsuri? Why don't you just go inside." Say Ajimukti later.

"I wanted to go straight in, Mom. But I'm afraid it's not in place. That's why I asked this santri first." The Samsuri.

Ajimukti only then nodded his head.

"I came here with my son, Mas. He's still in the car. At first it was hard to persuade him. But for some reason, once he found out his boarding school was here, he just agreed without arguing anymore." Samsuri later.

"Thank God, sir." Sahut Ajimukti while throwing a smile.

"I'll call her son, Mom." Samsuri walked up to his parked car and knocked on the window. Soon a young man was seen coming out of the car.

Looking at the appearance of the young man, it seems like he is including the current child, from the way he dresses as well as his appearance, very stylish. But the moment the young man opened his sunglasses, Ajimukti slightly frowned. His gaze was fixed on the young man next to Samsuri who was walking towards him.

"This is Mr Samsuri's son?" Ajimukti asked still with an expression of astonishment.

"Yes, Mas. This is my son." Sahut Samsuri with a little smile review.

Again Ajimukti observed the young man. The young man looked calm with a sinister smile on his face.

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